Today I made a pair of fun fur curtains for my youngest daughter's room. They are lined with light-blocking fabric to keep out the afternoon sun (we are trying to go green this summer and not use our air conditioner...blocking afternoon sun out of the house and maintaining air flow is critical to this endeavour. We figure that people lived for over 90 years in this house without AC, so we can probably survive a summer without it...it will build character).
Anyway, the curtains are hot pink, and tomorrow I will make a bright purple set for her other window. At the very least, her room looks...unique. She was so happy about the pink furry curtains she was jumping up and down with glee this afternoon. I got special extra kisses and hugs before she went to bed this evening.
Despite her delight, the making of the fun fur curtains has depressed me for some reason. It is kind of depressing that the most lauded thing I've done in the past couple of months is to make a set of curtains...out of fun fur.
God I miss having a job.
